Page 56 of Shenanigans

“Copy. Perimeter teams move in.”

“Go back to your burrow,”I instructed the skunks.

Lieutenant Wilson studied the monitors. “Callaghan, I’m assigning your squad to check the freezers. I want everything documented carefully.”

“Yes, sir.” Dutch pulled on his ballistic vest. “Stay put Kandi,” he ordered, picking up a steel suitcase.

I rolled my eyes. Like I would get very far. “Don’t forget your gas masks.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dutch grabbed his mask and followed his men out of the motorhome.

The Lieutenant’s cellphone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and grimaced. “I’ve got to take this.” He stepped into the rear compartment.

I watched Dutch’s team pull on their gas masks and enter the building. The detective wouldn’t rest until he got justice for the dead. I admired his dedication.

Chapter Sixteen

Jerry asked. “Is it true you’re the Ninja Nun?”

“Do I look like a nun?”

“That wasn’t a denial,” Jerry said.

I gave him my best stink eye. “No comment.” The back of my neck began to prickle. Something was wrong.

Tinkerbell growled.

“You feel it too girl?”

The door to the motorhome flew open.

My eyes widened in horror as Tomas Lopez and El Muerte charged in. I took one look at the Uzi pointed at me and raised my hands.“Hide Tinkerbell.”

She ducked under a console.

“Oh shit!” Jerry reached for his police radio.

El Muerte cracked Jerry upside the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the floor.

I let out a blood-curdling scream to cover Tinkerbell’s growls. “Don’t shoot me. Don’t shoot me. I’m not a cop.” I linked with the Yorkie.“No barking or growling. Tomas will kill you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Tomas snarled.

“Yes, sir.” I sure hoped Lieutenant Wilson had called for reinforcements.

“Keys are in the ignition,” El Muerte advised.

Tomas jabbed me in the shoulder with his Uzi. “You’re driving.”

“I’ve never driven a motorhome before.”

El Muerte backhanded me, slamming me into a wall. Pain exploded in my face and the room spun around me. Moaning pitifully, I crumpled to the floor. If he had broken my nose, I was gonna kick his sorry ass. Where in the hell were the cops?

The Yorkie bared her teeth in a snarl.

“No! Stay Tinkerbell.”I swiped at the blood running down my chin.

El Muerte yanked me to my feet, dragged me into the front compartment and shoved me into the driver’s seat. “Drive.”

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